This is a song about "Left"

Your father left you for another

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Lady at the frank stand will

Left you bitches there standing idle

Take the exit, the nearest left

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Right now using my left brain

Ice melts into rain

And the v12, that's on various trips

And i'm left for the corrections,

I'm still confused about why you left

That happen to act like a black president

'till there's nothin' left.

Life has put her to the test

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking